"No," replied Hugh Boscawen dryly, "he did not even ask for that honour."
"No," I replied, much relieved; "why not?"
"He seemed eager to plead his cause until I told him the truth, and then——"
"What?" I asked.
"He said he would consult his father."
I laughed aloud.
"You seem merry, Trevanion."
"Yes, I am," I replied. "It shows the value of the love he protested at Endellion. But it would not have mattered, she would not have listened to him."
"I suppose I can guess your reason for saying this?"